would it matter...if I was one. 'finis' by DLC's alyssa
Ken looked at Yvonne as so often happens to a newbie being turned gay Cd by a BDSM master like him he’d known he put a spell on him that wasn’t easily broken. Walking down the aisle of the big box home improvement store they looked like just another married couple.
Things had been slow enough at Tom’s brokerage office his boss Buck Smithfield had let him know after receiving the email 4 weeks earlier he was fine with him taking some time off from work.
The world of Cd is much different these days then what it once was. Back some 40, 50 or 60 years ago CD’s were considered to be perverts if not deviants that were examples of the break down in the moral fabric of society as a whole. They would routinely be rousted from clubs or bars and hauled off to the local police lockup and arrested.
Not sure who actually thought it up yet taking the term homosexual and replacing it with the word ‘Gay’ was a brilliant PR coup that helped remove the toxicity often associated by those that don’t understand what being a member of the LGBTQ community really is. The same could be said of the softer sounding words ‘Trans’ or T-girls replacing the harsher term ‘Transvestite’ or the derogatory description put-downs of she-males or chicks with dicks.
These days Cd’s and t-gurls have lots of enhancements that can make their bodies more in line with their inner feelings of femininity. From padded shape-wear to breast forms often a Cd won’t be ‘out-ed’ if they take to carefully preparing the details in creating their look.
Yvonne had adjusted to wearing the hip pads that enhanced his curves as they seamlessly gave him a prettier more rounded feminine looking butt as well. A soft chiffon blouse with billowing sleeves let a hint his bra’s lace be shown. The waist-cincher had him feel like he’d lost 30 pounds yet it was only 18. Either way at 160 pounds his thin tapered waist intersected with his lower body and created the seductive look a 40-ish MILF has when she knows her pair of c-cups are what people like looking at.
The vagina prosthetic made of silicone had the lips of his ‘pussy’ pressing against the fabric of the skinny jeans. To see it one would think he was smuggling a ‘yoyo’ between his legs with his penis and balls well tucked in the canal they’d had dropped from back when he was young.
The Kate-Spade sunglasses barely hid a face well made up from the assortment of makeup a woman routinely wears. He’d gotten so used to being in heels that the pair of 3” pumps gave him a confidence needed to pull off the ruse of being wife walking with her husband.
A store clerk approached the 50-ish male a little too thick around the waist immediately went to speak with the husband Ken. As most often happens a look of assessment at ‘her’ had him giving the ‘woman’ the once over condescendingly before he dismissed the wife Yvonne appeared to be.
Ken looked at Tom.
“Sorry babe…guy talk here.”
“Yes honey, I understand I’m just a woman….what do I know?”
After Yvonne spoke his thumb and forefinger went to adjust the pair of sunglasses as ‘she’ smiled. Her hand dropped as she splayed her fingers to look at her colored nails. He had gotten good at it. Yvonne shook her breasts momentarily distracting the over weight male clerk who looked unattractive enough it was likely he hadn’t been laid in years.
Ken smiled that smile a male does when he knows he is the alpha between the couple.
“Women huh?.....they spend half their life dressing and putting on makeup.”
Tom was getting a taste of what it felt like to be viewed as just a sex object while he stood as the males discussed electrical components.
“Ok then a circuit breaker should do it…thanks guy.”
“Glad to help sir have a nice day Maam your outfit looks lovely.”
The clerk let his eyes drop to look at the outline of the pretty vagina between Tom’s legs
In a soft voice Yvonne replied
“Thank you sweetie…..what would us women do without you guys to guide us.”
Ken let the clerk see it has he ran his hand down and copped a feel giving Yvonne’s ass a squeeze before a quick playful fanny spank that made Yvonne leap slightly at its unexpectedness.
The truth was the persona of Yvonne was taking over the longer Tom was being kept feminine. He liked having his ass played with he liked having the feeling of a pair of c-cups in a bra, he liked wearing makeup and fixing his cute blond hair the better he got at it and most of all he loved being fucked by Ken.
The next day Tom wore male trousers for the first time in a month. Ken knew that sending him back to his old job and life would bring things to a crossroad. Could he be without having a male lover especially knowing it would never be Ken? Would he forever desire to become a full time submissive Cd now that he had a taste of how nice it was.
He had spent time living out of a puppy cage, he had endured BDSM bondage restraints techniques and whippings and spankings designed to break down his sense of male alpha-ness. He had lived as a woman full time doing things many a docile domesticated housewife routinely does from cleaning to sexually performing on demand.
“Sorry Yvonne, you’ll be fine…all along I told you this day would come…who knows I may check up on you from time to time yet my own life has things I need to focus on…bye babe.”
“I’ll miss you sir …good bye Master Ken.”
Tom softly cried as Ken pulled away after dropping him off at his condo apartment that morning. Who ever he thought he was before had vanished as he toyed with the gold stud in his ear. Standing on the curb the thought occurred to him he had nothing, not one single stich of feminine clothing or intimate-wear. What he did have was shoulder length hair turned blond and pierced ears on a body that was smooth as the driven snow yet no longer as pure.
He thought of one word to alleviate the circumstances as he said it out loud before others followed.
Biting his lip as though thinking he added.
“What would the world do without ‘Amazon’s’ next day delivery.”
Tara waddling from the anal plug lodged inside her walked downstairs with Diane after showering with both naked but for wearing towels. The woman had gotten off the phone with Mistress Kendra relieved to hear that Joan was turning into a very talented Dominatrix. Her friend Delilah was also turning the woman protégé of 37 into a female bodybuilder knowing it would aid her in becoming the kind of dominant who could take care of herself in times where only muscles mattered.
Turning the corner Tara was surprised to see a male friend of her domina’s sitting naked on the couch. A look back at Diane the t-gurl next refocused her eyes on the large male as he stroked his cock. Telling Tara to remove her towel as she had Diane pointed to the floor as she smiled.
Pulling her cheeks in as she sucked Tara looked up at Diane as if to say ‘I think I like this Domina’. The recent growth spurt had given the gurl a lovely pair of b-cup breasts. They way they felt as they jiggled unrestrained as she leaned forward while on her knees was enough to excite her. Her mouth bobbed up and down letting her tongue come out every time her lips got near the head of the cock. She felt so small she felt so submissive she felt so sexy between his legs as she sucked on the hardness.
Diane bent down letting her hand briefly cup Tara’s breasts before tweaking the nipple as she lifted up.
“That’s it baby…see how hard you’re getting him…..now lick along the shaft…let the alpha know you like sucking a cock…..very nice…good gurl….your Mistress wants him nice and stiff before I ride it.”
Tara had learned she enjoyed pleasing her domina after all the woman was letting the former 29 year old boy have the privilege of living life as a woman with him being turned trans.
The tgurl had seen it on a blowjob video on ‘Pornhiub’ back in his days when he was just a male. Her hand cupped the balls taking note of how heavy they felt when he hefted the ball-sac. His one hand let his fingers grasp the base of the cock while his other ran up and down twisting its way along the shaft. He would let his tongue lick along the engorged penis hoping to see some clear pre-cum fluid make its way out of the pee-slit.
“Yes darling….feel how heavy the balls are…you’re making him fill them with cream ….that's so talented not every gurl knows how to give a proper blowjob….it shows your exciting him baby…now keep him hard…use that tongue see how far down the down you can get your mouth.”
Having learned so much from her Tara quickly obeyed the instructions. Diane slid on to the couch letting her left leg move under as her arm lay softly on the shoulder of the beefy male.
“Yes baby that’s it…. see how nice it feels in your mouth.”
Tara could feel her eyes go wide as she made her way down the lengthy piece. She next closed them and thought of something pleasant in the hope she could get past the gag-reflex she often had when practicing with the dildo’s her Domina Diane bought her.
She silently sang using her inner voice repeating the words of the Mary Poppins tune ‘my favorite things’ ….“raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes …snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes…when the dog bites when the bee stings I simply remember my favorite things…”
Tara looked down to see her mouth had made it past the urge of gagging. Knowing she did it once she wanted show off and do it again. This time when she came back up she held the shaft like it was a trophy of accomplishment at having climbed Mount Everest. The t-gurl looked at her Domina.
“I could feel it pulsating inside my mouth Maam….ewww I think I like that”
“Yes it would seem so….now imagine what it would feel like pulsating inside you as it deflowers you…a gurl is never the same once she has been taken by a cock….no when she loses her virginity she knows she is a woman….slurp up some more perhaps I let you enjoy some of his seed once I’m finished.”
Tara went back at it taking delight in being able to suck on the cock.
Out of no where her head lifted.
“Oh my goodness….I have a cock inside me.”
A quick look back over her shoulder had her discover another large male had slid into position. His hands strong as tree trunks gripped her at the waist, pulling out just past her rosebud entrance he slathered on more lube. Tara watched as Diane slid her pussy onto the cock of the male on the couch.
So many Cd’s and transgurls would like to think their anal canal is a pussy yet the truth is while it has many sensation receptors like a g-spot of a p-spot prostate within it is not self lubricating like a vagina is.
Tara went at it with a vigor pushing her pretty butt back to welcome every thrust of the long throbbing rod. Her eyes closed on feeling it pulsating as she thought ‘that’s what my domina means’. She couldn’t help herself she took to whimpering as submissive gurls do when being shagged by one who knows just how to make a gurl go to Venus.
“Eeewwwww, eeeewwwww, eeewwwww…oh my it’s so deep….I feel like my tummy is going to burst….eeewwwwww, eeeeewwwwww, eeeewwwwwww…….ohhhhhh yes I hope he doesn’t stop it feels too good.”
Strong as an ox the male lifted Tara so she could bounce more easily on the cock with her butt and thighs slamming down on it as he rested sitting on his knees and legs underneath him with hers spread wide.
Diane riding a sort of reverse cowgirl style looked at her Tara pleased at how far she had come. Her own breasts so full and round had her clutching at them tweaking the nipples to enhance her own shagging as she could feel her approaching climax.
Suddenly Tara grew silent …it was about to happen…for the first time in her young life of 29 years a male was going to come inside her. Call it her female intuition yet as she sensed the hard cock was expanding more…..she could almost feel the cream rising within it.
A loud masculine grunt announced the arrival. Holding the t-gurl at her hips he let the cream spew forth inside her. Band after band left behind the treasured warm wetness only cum can bring. Her hips wiggled side to side wanting to capture as much of it as Tara could.
The look on her face was one of pure happiness as though aware the difference between happiness and joy was distinctly different. Happiness is based on a set conditions…’if this happens then I will be happy’…..where as joy is the realization of the spirit within all people….though many never having experienced it don’t know it even when they feel it.
The next morning Tara had that look about her as Diane and her readied themselves in the plush bathroom for the day ahead. The t-gurl knew she was now more of a woman then she ever had been.
Buck Smithfield put the phone down gently as he sat in the spacious corner office of the brokerage firm he has built from scratch. It always felt good to be speaking with a new potential client. He could tell his employee Tom hadn’t been himself these past many months. Having had two nephews come out he never had a problem with the whole ‘Gay thing’ as some people put it. Yet he could see a softer more gentle side to him in the way Tom acted.
Coming back from the time off he wrote it off when seeing Tom’s hair had length a new blond color to it. While he kept it tied back in kind of hipster ponytail look he also had diamond earring studs that would have been out of place with the way the ‘old’ Tom carried himself.
Everyone one of the other 15 employees in the office could tell Tom was down a good 40 or even 50 pounds yet believed him when he said he was just training to run a marathon and the less he weighted the easier it was to run. His clothing too had changed no longer wearing two or three piece suits he had stopped wearing the subtle phallus symbol male ties can be. Instead he took to having more softer colors then before wearing tops or sweaters and lighter weight slacks and tight jeans on casual Friday’s.
Every now and then Buck would spot it as Tom walked using small steps as though each foot was trying to stay on a straight line…..he had that certain swish that comes from a more feminine gait, hipswing and footfalls CD’s often do their best to conceal.
Ken showed up at the office of the Smithfield brokerage firm with his lover Trevor dressed as Suzie on his arm. Looking at the clock to see it was past 5 the woman wanted to get home to her family like every one else who’d left the office. The receptionist led the two the Buck’s office.
“Thanks Sandra just make sure the main door is locked when you leave.”
The pleasantries having been expressed they talked about opening an account. Waving a check for $300,000 at the president everyone called Buck that was short for the name Buckley Ken put it back in his sport-coat pocket.
Buck picked up the phone glancing at the woman named Suzie he was told was Ken‘s assistant. He could swear she was winking at him if not trying to make a subtle pass his way. As he hung it up after the brief talk he suggested a bottle of champagne would be nice.
The moment Tom walked in to see Ken and ‘Suzie’ speaking with Buck his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. All along he had learned Ken and Trevor were soul mate Cd lovers and he had become just a good friend to the two if not their trained submissive.
It didn’t change his feelings of admiration with a hint of romantic love he had developed for the one who turned him into a Cd bringing out the feminine within him.
“Hi Tom say hi to our new client Ken and his assistant the lovely Suzie….”
He held the bottle of champagne before opening it.
“…or it that short for Suzanne?”
Suzie smiled back.
“Either works for me….are you going to open that bottle with your bare hands?….wow you must be soooo strong.”
Even Tom chuckled on hearing it knowing full well how influential Suzie or Ken or ‘Katie’ for that matter could be when they teamed up together.
Buck puffed out his chest tilting the bottle on a 45 degree angle he had learned when at that angle no champagne spills out bubbling over from the opening.
“That’s mighty nice of you to say Suzanne……I keep myself in pretty good shape….here let me show you.”
He took off his suit coat, rolled up the sleeve to show off his massive bi-cep with a tattoo that said ‘Mom’ inside the image of a heart. His hand slapped the tat as he said ‘got this in the navy on shore leave in Singapore…geez that was one crazy weekend…I tell you I had never heard of ‘Ladyboys’ before that’.
Collecting himself he looked at Tom.
“Tom would you take Ken here and show him your market charts, I let him know how skilled you are at getting your hands around unexpected upturns….I’ll try to find some way to keep Suze here occupied.”
“Sure Boss….right this way Ken.”
As the two walked out with Ken leading the way as he always had when with Tom they heard Buck make the statement.
“Did I tell you I am single Suzanne?…”
“Oh really how interesting.”
The moment they walked into Tom’s office he flipped the switch turning the inner office clear windows to frost.
“You’re wearing panties aren’t you?”
“Yes master Ken…every day since you dropped me off months ago….and that’s not all either.”
“Show me…before you wrap your hands around my unexpected upturns.”
The comment broke the ice as they both laughed.
The satin camisole was a soft ivory color and let the nipple piercings on the small twin budding protrusion’s now be seen more clearly. Lower beneath the piece of intimate wear as Tom removed his slacks Ken saw the dark black tights.
The Evan Picone pair of pantyhose kept the juncture between his legs smooth and flat much like any woman would have. Oddly enough and google worthy it had been trend setting fashion company of Evan Picone of New York that had led the females to start wearing ‘pants’ in the 50’s. Perhaps hard to believe in today’s world it was ground breaking at the time. It may also be considered a true demonstration that women would one day consider themselves not to be the equals of males yet rather their superiors.
“I see you’ve stayed on your diet Yvonne…what’s that at your bikini line?”
Before responding Tom slid the rubber band off his hair in back and gave a shake letting it fall along to his shoulders. Ken put his phone down on the desk after looking at the image on the screen. Tom still quiet slid around an opened the bottom drawer of his desk slipping into the pair of 3” black pumps he lifted out.
His walk had been perfected over the months, slithering his way towards Master Ken Yvonne slid down the pair of tights at the pantywaist to show the Chinese characters tattooed along the bikini line.
“It spells out the name Yvonne…or at least that’s what they told me. Not being fluent in Mandarin one can only hope.”
Yvonne’s face ran along Tom’s before kissing him.
“They’re gone aren’t they…all you facial hair follicles.”
“Yes sir, no one really asks… if they did I would say I just like close shaves.”
“I know what else Yvonne likes.”
Tom let his hand rest on top of Ken’s who had slid out his semi-flacid cock from behind the zipper of his pants.
“May I suck your cock Master Ken?”
“As I said a natural born submissive …you may Yvonne yet don’t make me come.”
Yvonne dropped to his knees and slowly ran his tongue along them length of the cock.
His eyes looked up with the hardness half in his mouth.
With words gone unspoken Ken knew Yvonne’s heart had been broken.
He let him have his fun as Yvonne took to licking and sucking edging the BDSM Master close yet not over the cliff. Ken glanced at the screen of his phone once more
“Do you still trust me Yvonne?”
“Always Master Ken.”
“That pleases me to hear…you know how well I can read people…tell me do you have a bra?”
“Yes sir a strapless one…its very pretty….I keep a few sets here….some times I slip them on when I think I can get away with…my strapless one matches the panties I’m wearing.”
“I would expect nothing less….put on your bra, add some lippy and follow me.”
The champagne bottle was upright yet the glass had been knocked over letting a little of champagne remain on the clear desk. The high Wingback leather chair was facing away from the entrance to Bucks office as the two silently made their way in.
Yvonne stood tall looking stunning in heels, tights an camisole that had two barbells nipple piercings pressing against its fabric. A look at Ken happened before Yvonne swiftly let the lipstick glide across his lips once more. Upon finishing the Cd put it inside at the hip of his tights.
"Oh geezz Louise Suzanne you sure now how to make a guy happy…you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.”
His head fell against the back of his chair as Buck closed his eyes relishing the skilled blow-job.
At first he didn’t notice then he did…there were two pairs of lips slurping at his 6” cock.
Ken came up from behind as Buck grew speechless at seeing Tom looking gorgeous on his knees along side Suzie.
“Just go with it Buck…its not often a male like you finds a gurl who loves giving head. Like Yvonne here.”
“Ohhh Lordy that feels nice…”
He nodded his head up at Ken.
“I get it why fuck with fate huh?.....oh jeeee-sussss….I kind of like the name Yvonne I think its sexy as hell….oh fuck oh fuck that feels good.’
Tom smiled at his boss then took off the camisole top show the pair of budding breasts he had held captive in the pretty lace trimmed strapless bra.
“Suzie time for us to leave these two lovers to themselves.”
Suzie lifted up as Yvonne remained sucking Buck off.
Ken leaned down to whisper in Bucks ear
”I’ll leave the check for our account on your couch….take it from me …you think Singapore Ladyboys were fine….nobody will love you more then a Cd or transwoman….personally I think she’d make a cute wife and waitress at a nice bar where you could see her showing off knowing at the end of the night she goes home with you …all those males would be soooo jealous of you….Buck you ever been to the Tawny Kitten Tavern…its your kind of place?’ ”
He didn’t get a chance to respond as Ken and Suzie just seemed to vanish in thin air.
Alone with Buck Yvonne lifted up to sit in his lap.
“You good with me or shall I leave or worse am I fired?’
“No baby you’re mine…always.”
Yvonne removed her bra and jiggled the tiny a-cup breasts.
Buck licked his lips.
“Damn those pierced nipples really are a turn on.”
“Yes sir Master Buckley I’d love to have these get bigger…I didn’t make you come because I want to feel you do it inside me.”
"You sure know how to say the right things.…we can make that happen I know a good surgeon does implants.”
Looking at Yvonne’s breasts he had one more question
“ Yvonne tell me …..are you one of those T-gurls I’ve heard made mention these day?”
“Would it matter…..if I was one?”
The End …for now